Almost everyone admits to hunger during the Opera.... Hunger is so exalting that during a last act you practically levitate.

Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting’s sake -- much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts.

rudeness to Mrs. Dosely was like dropping a pat of butter on to a hot plate - it slid and melted away.

There's something so showy about desperation, it takes hard wits to see it's a grandiose form of funk.

Love of privacy - perhaps because of the increasing exactions of society - has become in many people almost pathological.

nobody ever dies of an indignity.

fashion seems to exist for an abstract person who is not you or me.